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"
I
’
m
the
world
’
s
best
predator
,
aren
’
t
I
?
Everything
about
me
invites
you
in
-
my
voice
,
my
face
,
even
my
smell
.
As
if
I
need
any
of
that
!
"
Unexpectedly
,
he
was
on
his
feet
,
bounding
away
,
instantly
out
of
sight
,
only
to
appear
beneath
the
same
tree
as
before
,
having
circled
the
meadow
in
half
a
second
.
"
As
if
you
could
outrun
me
,
"
he
laughed
bitterly
.
He
reached
up
with
one
hand
and
,
with
a
deafening
crack
,
effortlessly
ripped
a
two
-
foot
-
thick
branch
from
the
trunk
of
the
spruce
.
He
balanced
it
in
that
hand
for
a
moment
,
and
then
threw
it
with
blinding
speed
,
shattering
it
against
another
huge
tree
,
which
shook
and
trembled
at
the
blow
.
And
he
was
in
front
of
me
again
,
standing
two
feet
away
,
still
as
a
stone
.
"
As
if
you
could
fight
me
off
,
"
he
said
gently
.
I
sat
without
moving
,
more
frightened
of
him
than
I
had
ever
been
.
I
’
d
never
seen
him
so
completely
freed
of
that
carefully
cultivated
facade
.
He
’
d
never
been
less
human
.
.
.
or
more
beautiful
.
Face
ashen
,
eyes
wide
,
I
sat
like
a
bird
locked
in
the
eyes
of
a
snake
.
His
lovely
eyes
seem
to
glow
with
rash
excitement
.
Then
,
as
the
seconds
passed
,
they
dimmed
.
His
expression
slowly
folded
into
a
mask
of
ancient
sadness
.
"
Don
’
t
be
afraid
,
"
he
murmured
,
his
velvet
voice
unintentionally
seductive
.
"
I
promise
.
.
.
"
He
hesitated
.
"
I
swear
not
to
hurt
you
.
"
He
seemed
more
concerned
with
convincing
himself
than
me
.
"
Don
’
t
be
afraid
,
"
he
whispered
again
as
he
stepped
closer
,
with
exaggerated
slowness
.
He
sat
sinuously
,
with
deliberately
unhurried
movements
,
till
our
faces
were
on
the
same
level
,
just
a
foot
apart
.
